Leander

“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumble while cracking my eyes open.

I smile upon seeing Sara smiling at me from her kneeling position in front of me.

“Where else would I be?”

“Not locked in a cell-like a criminal.”

“Right back at’cha,” Sara giggles, then touches my cheek with her fingertip. “Are you okay?”

I nod my head.

I feel weak from the silver wrapped around my wrists, but the wolf’s bane has dissipated.

“I’m so sorry, Leander,” I narrow my eyes as Sara drops her head. “This is all my fault.”

“Sara?” She looks at me. “This is not your fault.”

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